Starting slow...

Derek stared at the warm smile fading on Linda's face as it slackened. Soon she was looking through him in a slack-jawed stupor. He studied her features carefully. Her eyes stayed unfocused, blinking occasionally. They were a deep blue, perched like cloudy marbles on her elegantly curved cheekbones. Her face had an open look about it, a warmth that came through even in her current state.

God, she was right! It was fascinating to stare at someone's face. She was coming on strong and this felt deliberately intimate. Derek reached out to touch her jaw. It was soft and warm and he gently closed her mouth. It stayed closed, but her expression remained impassive.

He thought of what she said about remembering it all at once. He lightly caressed her cheek, running his nails up and down her jawline and drumming then across her lips. All the while he stared into her dazed, uncomprehending eyes. He searched for a spark of life but found none.

Never breaking eye contact, he slid his hand downward and tweaked her right nipple. He thought he saw her eyelid twitch but he wasn't sure. He withdrew his hand and opened his mouth to speak when the waiter appeared and brusquely cut him off.

"Are we done with these plates?"

Linda's face widened with surprise before her eyes rolled back in her head. "Ah, ah, ahhhhh- oh!" Her eyes snapped back and she fixed her gaze on Derek. "Oh, my..."

"Yes," Derek replied immediately.

On the drive home, Derek wanted to do more but she discouraged it.

"It won't be as fun in the car and I don't want you driving distracted. Besides, I can use this time to blueball you." She smirked. "By the way, I don't remember asking you to grab my tits while I was shut down."

"Yeah, well, you have memory problems," he replied playfully. He briefly worried he'd gone too far but she just blew a raspberry at him.

They got to the complex and Linda suggested his place since she basically had a mattress, a TV, and an easy chair until her furniture arrived. He agreed and cheerfully invited her in.

After locking his door, he turned to see her slumped but upright form in the entryway. He came around to look at her in profile. She was gorgeous, he realized. Usually getting a closer look at someone makes their flaws more apparent, but it just made her hotter. He took her by the hand and tentatively led her further in. Her rudderless body had enough muscle memory to walk to the couch and to fall back onto it when he gently pressed it down.

He immediately went to the kitchen to grab a few items. Returning, he opened her mouth and put a line wedge on her tongue for a few seconds. He quickly removed it and repeated the process with an orange slice, then sprinkled a few grains of salt. Finally he tilted her head back and placed an eyedropper full of tequila on her tongue.

Her face scrunched up briefly when the **** hit but quickly went slack again. Now Derek came around to the back of the couch. He took out a bowl of lotion he had warmed in the microwave. He pulled down the straps of her tank top and bra and dipped his finger in the lotion.

Derek spent the next ten minutes alternating between caresses and light massage, figuring he didn't want to go too hard if she was gonna feel it all at once. He ran his hands along her collarbones, pressing in and pulling up in a way that made her breasts perk up. He delicately traced curves up and down her arms, kissing each finger on the tip.

Finally, he came back around and sat next to her. He grabbed her torso and turned it so she was facing him. He put his hands around her face and guided her to make eye contact. He stared deeply into those deep blue eyes, so utterly devoid of sentience.

"Linda, please have a conversation with me "

She blinked before he finished the sentence, then her pupils shrank as her eyes widened and her mouth shot open. She grabbed his arm and let out a long, hoarse sigh, arching her back. Her nipples were visible through both her bra and top.

After a moment, she settled down with a soft sound like a coo. She looked at him with half-lidded eyes and smacked her lips. "Oh, my God, Derek... is that margarita?"

He shrugged. "Well, I was out of Triple Sec so I substituted an orange-"

She cut him by shoving her tongue down his throat. When they unlocked, she was staring at him with animalistic lust.

"Fuck me," she growled. "Now."